Jetplane

Hot freaks!
Hot freaks

She goes out in the garden
And spits on all the flowers
'Cause she don't know how to look after herself
Says "I'm spending hours and hours and other hours"
And he goes out to the after
Sings with all the cowboys
Steals one of their hats
And then he wears it backwards
Says "I don't know how to look after myself"
Then he goes home, spending hours in somebody else
He says

Arrest me, I'm a hot freak
I'm bombastique
Yeah, I'm making modern music in Spain
I'm on the jetplane

If I'm so hot
I feel so funny now
So hot
I feel funny now
So hot
It's not funny now
If you're so hot
It's not funny now

She lies in all the daisy
Chains they're more like crazy
'Cause I don't know how to look after myself
Spending hours and hours in other hours
She digs herself a hole in the middle of the ground
Climbs all the way in until the sound dulls down
Says "I like it more in here with the jokers and the rounds
I ain't ever coming back, I ain't ever coming down

He goes out in the starlight
Screams he killed the sunset
In the carcass of its corset, says 'I am the prince of Egypt
I'm the prince of this heart
Hallelujah'
I'm building up a wall in the middle of my heart
'Til the tongue goes in and rips it all apart
I'm building up a wall 'til the-
Hallelujah

Arrest me
I'm a hot freak
I'm bombastique
I'm making modern music in Spain
I'm on the jetplane
Arrest me
I'm a hot freak
I'm bombastique
Yeah, I'm making modern music in Spain
I'm on the jetplane

So hot
So full
So hot
So hot
Sick, so hot
So hot
So hot
So hot

Hot freaks!